Author: Nishi911 PM
"Father did this to me. Made my life like this. Unable to deal with NewYork anymore, I train to Tulsa, Oklahoma in search of my long lost brother. He won't know who I am, nor will I him. But I need to find him. I need to set my life back in track."Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Dallas W. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,062 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 23 - Updated: 11-12-12 - Published: 08-03-11 - id: 7247364
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Chapter 1: Into
The wind crushed into my face as I walked through the streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Listening to the crunch of the autumn leaves beneath my feet, I loosely held the leash of my dog, Bao. (Pronounced Ba-yo)
I dragged my hand along a brick wall; feeling the texture of the hard, cool surface. I had only been in this place for less than 4 hours but I felt like I was meant to be here. I knew New York was not for me, but I never knew where else to go. Mother and Father were always violent with me, no matter what state I was in. They would beat me, and would whisper horrible words to me when I was nearly passed out on the floor.
About 2 years ago, Father took it to far. I was only 11 at the time, and he came home drunk and upset. All I remember was my father picking up a baseball bat and beating me against the head over and over and over again. I blacked out after a few blows, but I don't think he stopped after that. After that, all I remembered is waking up the next morning and opening my eyes to see... nothing. I blinked a few times, making sure my eyes were open, and turned my head to look around. I couldn't see a thing; the only thing surrounding me was a darkness of black. Sobbing quietly to myself, I just lay there, checking every once in a while to see if my vision had come back.
It never did.
I later found out that I had Retinal detachment, something people got if they were hit in the head too many times. I was given a Guidance dog, Bao, and shown how to adapt to my new way of life. From that day on, I knew I had to leave New York. So 2 years later, I went off on the journey I am on now. Mother told me about my brother being somewhere in Tulsa, and told me to "get the fuck outta' the house and never come back." I don't remember what he looks like anymore, but I know that he wouldn't change his name. Dally would be somewhere around here, and I was bound to find him.
"What are ya doing, little missy?" a cold, cruel voice asked, his footsteps staggering a bit. He sounded like he was drunk.
I stopped dead, not daring to turn around. I didn't know what time it was, or even if it was dark out.
"You gonna answer me?"
I started to tremble, squeezing my eyes shut behind my dark shades. "W-walking m-m-my dog." I stuttered, my grip tightening on a now growling Bao.
I ran the question through my mind a couple times. I really hadn't thought of that until now. I had nowhere to stay, and didn't even know the first place to start asking for Dallas.
I was an easy prey for anyone.
I didn't answer him. I couldn't. What would I say? If I stuttered, or tried to fake something, he would know right away the situation I was in. And that wouldn't help at the moment.
"What's a pretty, young little thing doing out so late, wandering the streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma?"
I didn't answer him again. I could hear him breath in an impatient breath, and I began to shake from fear.
The next thing I knew, I was being pushed to the ground and kicked in the side.
I screamed out in pain, and I heard Bao tear something.
I felt another kick to my head, fresh tears pouring out of my eyes like a waterfall.
Dizzy and confused, I heard a high yelp and listened to the sound of something hit the ground with a thud.
"Bao?" I whimpered, flailing my arms around to try to find him.
"Sorry about the dog, little missy." I heard the drunken man say as he crouched down beside me, his breath hot on my neck.
I started to kick randomly and punch, congratulating myself when I heard a grunt.
My glasses were ripped off then, and I heard an intake of breath.
"My my... what do we have here?"
I started screaming, flailing my arms around like it was the only thing I could do.
After another hit to the head, I heard other footsteps running towards me. Just as I was about to scream for help, I felt drowsy and then the world just cut off.
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